Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.